It doesn’t always work like that oh☹️☹️ When I was working in the bank, one of my colleagues was dating a big man who happened to be one of our major customers. At the time, she still had her boyfriend so we all advised her to just chop the man’s money while maintaining her relationship. 😭 Six months into the relationship, she came to work one day and told us the man wanted to leave his wife and marry her we screamed.. We told her not to make that mistake because we were convinced that if he could leave his wife for her, he could also leave her for someone else. She married him exactly one year into their relationship. Fast-forward to when she had her first pregnancy, the man sponsored her to USA to have their first baby. she sent us chocolate and whenever I’m eating that chocolate, I feel like ntor 🥵😜was attached to it because imagined she listened to our advice? She for still dey do “next customer please with that red bank” She has had her second child with the same man, got a brand-new car as a push present and her mum has travelled to the USA about five times now. Omo, life don pass rich prince falling in love with village girl feem abeg.. Anytime I view her status, I’m always grateful that she followed her mind oh and never listen to us.

This unironically proves that the United States is the greatest country in the world. The U.S guarantees the life of everyone to exist and prosper. This is what happens when a nation is built on Judeo-Christian values.

This makes me so sad In the video a girl is discussing how her mom tells her she regrets having her… and the comments are all full of similar stories

The female equivalent of the pick up artist is the conceited woman who endlessly self-aestheticises, poeticising about devotion, spirituality and archetypal romance, imitating the mythic and speaking in its register, whilst possessing none of the integrity, humility or necessary depth and obsessive force to properly create and sustain what she wants you to think she intimately embodies and breathes. This farce - even more than smut itself - is the height of feminine porn, a debasement and corruption of the pure through the masturbations of the pretender - a mock beauty paraded and adorned to signal a greatness that is conceptualised as it is repeatedly verbalised, without ever being internalised. The signalling itself as a mode of incessant consumption is the product, because that which it implicitly markets does not even exist. In any other domain, we’d call that a scam. With the unimpressive but imaginative woman, we generously call it “romantic imagination”. Like the pick up artist, the pretender muse tries to pass herself off as a woman far more soulfully pretty, morally virtuous and intricately sophisticated than she really is, to try and entice a caliber of man she does not grasp or deserve. For every 1,000 pretenders there is approximately one genuine article. You do not know her, because she does not want you to know her, and so as far as you’re concerned she does not exist - your entire reference frame is fakes. The genuine article is so rare, that the frauds are the majority and so deception easy, for most men do not have a genuine reference point to compare the pretender to, and so think her remarkable until they see beneath her performance and realise she’s shallow. Masks are temporary, they can only be worn for so long until they begin to crack and invariably drop. In terms of rarity then, the psychic would be more analogous to the muse than the pick up artist, for they too perfectly encapsulate what it is to be the mythical exception in a den of frauds.